4 years and 10 months

4 years and 10 months

December 12, 2017
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Four years and ten months since I got an email from a former colleague at a new company, asking if I had time for, and was interested in working i, a specific project he had in mind.

I said yes. So for fBoldomaticPost_it-s-time-to-let-goour years and ten months I’ve been working for this project that is nearing it’s end, although not quite – but my work is done.

That’s the best part of being a consultant for me – knowing in my heart when it’s time to let go, when I’ve done what I can, when there is no longer any need for me and my services, because others have taken on the various tasks that I’ve had on my plate.

Projects tend to be learning experiences, especially the type of projects I’ve had the privilege of participating in during my years in the pharmaceutical (as well as food-packaging) industry – mainly focussed on equipment, facilities and media. (And if you go Huh, what’s she talking about? just drop me a message and I’d gladly have a conversation about my professional background!) So I’ve had four years and ten months of having a lot of fun, met some great people, got to visit Hamburg (and other parts of Germany for that matter) a number of times, have had my fair share of frustration, and all in all – to my eternal gratitude – have learnt so much!

This project has been a part-time assignment for all but a few weeks here and there, so it’s never been “all that I do” (another thing I am very grateful for – I love the diversity of what I do!). I have lots of other projects and assignments on my plate, both new and old one’s, but this project has still been a part of my work life for a long time, so letting go isn’t done without experiencing a twang of regret for what will no longer be.

On the other hand, that twang is accompanied by the bubbling anticipatory experience of letting come:
What want’s to happen now?

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Working 9 to 5

March 16, 2016
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Barely awake. Still tired from a night of slightly restless sleep. Then a blasting alarm – which for me has become a rare occasion, normally I get up when I wake up, whenever that happens to be. But this week has been exceptional that way. Ordinary routine in the morning for most? Having to leave the house by twenty to eight every morning is a habit I have totally fallen out of. Which is the way I want it. This week it’s like that though, all week.

sunshineI took a short breather at lunch time, getting something to eat, breathing in the crisp and slightly chilly spring air, and lifting my face up towards the sun, rewarding myself with a few precious moments of pure golden sunshine.

Makes me realize. How extra ordinary my life has become, without the trappings of 9-5-life. And I love it. It’s what I want, desire, rejoice in. I don’t feel drawn to a more regular daily work routine, having an office to go to each day. Not at all. Every day different from the next. It’s not for everyone, I guess. But I am so glad I have listened to my inner voice, telling me to no longer accept full-time long-term assignments. It’s not my cup of tea anymore.

I rejoice in this: Sometimes no planned activities. Other days back to back meetings, of all sorts. Writing days. Coaching days. Days filled with collaboration of various forms. And my very own days. Every week, there’s a full day marked off in my calendar with HERO’s own day. And once in a while, a week comes along just like this one, where I am on site at a customer, day after day.

Again. I reflect on it, look back at the way I am being drawn to live this way, and I see how – right now – I am in love with the diversity of my days! Tomorrow – who knows?



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